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the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered
Zion. 2 We
hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. 3 For
there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they
that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs
of Zion. 4 How
shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?
5
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. 6 If I
do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I
prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. 7 Remember,
O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it,
rase it, even to the foundation thereof. 8 O daughter
of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee
as thou hast served us. 9 Happy
shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
